1 How beauteous were the marks divine
That in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2 Oh who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 Oh who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility.
4 Oh in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all this way of woe;
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!
Hymn and Tune Book for Church and Home, 1868